Moaning, gasping, he felt her hands release his hips and brush lightly against his testicles, tickling, caressing. She fondled each separately, writhing her bottom on the end of his raging penis and he felt a fresh rush of passion from the cool touch of her fingers on the fiery heat of his dangling testicles.

She began to choke out sounds that he was not sure were groans of passion or of pain so he relaxed his hip-thrusting stabs for just a second.

"No… no… don't stop, please… don't stop," she begged, her hands moving back to his hips trying to pull him closer into her once again.

He battered into her again with renewed passion and lust, each thrust flattening the soft, round globes of her buttocks as he rocked forcefully into her.

"Now… now… NOW… I'm cumming… I'm cumming… NOW!" she gasped loudly.

His body was wet from their lovemaking and he knew that it would not be long before he would empty his life-giving sperm deep into her belly.

This sensation grew and grew, a great crushing feeling in his penis as though his whole insides were being pulled out of him through his throbbing phallus. He felt powerless to wait any longer, nothing could stop him now, he couldn't have stopped for anything in the world.

He felt the overwhelming weight of an indefinable sensation gathering from the root of his being, seeking an outlet. He was panting furiously, his body heaving with each inward thrust. He felt the floodtide begin to spill and he groaned, "Now… now… I'm cumming now… oh yes here it is!"

She pushed her hips back hard against his jerking loins, ready to accept every drop of his tribute as it spilled hotly into her.

With the last weakening thrust he fell forward on top of her, his full weight crushing her down into the softness of the mattress. He kissed the back of her neck, her shoulders murmuring words of tenderness and love that he had never uttered before.